As if the splendor of HSM3 (that’s High School Musical 3 for all of those with children over 14) wasn’t enough, we took the weekend fun a step further and attended the Greek Festival.
I’ve wanted to attend the festival every October that I have lived here. This year, with the encouragement of my friend, Irene, the kids and I went. Irene and I go to the same gym, except she actually looks like she goes.
As soon as we arrived, we seized the chance for these great photo ops.
Then, Anna had this beautiful Greek butterfly painted on her face. Well, I don’t know that it was necessarily a Greek butterfly, but it was a Greek Festival. So, one can only assume such.
I e-mailed this picture to Kris who is “working” in Vegas. He asked me to explain his “daughter giving that pose.”
I just realized that when I squeezed working in between quotation marks above, it may have given off the impression that he is involved in a Vegas prostitution ring. Not so. He really is working. It just seems that trying not to roll a seven is hardly work.
I purchased some Greek coffee from the festival’s store. (Thanks, Kristen.) It will be a little more labor-intensive to make since it’s not coffee-pot friendly. You make it on the stove, and when it goes POOF, it’s ready. At least, that’s what Irene told me. I’ll keep you posted on that one.
And, this is why I am converting to the Greek Orthodox Church:
Not every day you see that in church. Have a good Monday.